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The Thew Of Phantasmagoria <for Sanders Maurice Foulke III> The Thew Of Phantasmagoria the muscles of the brain, design bridges, author poems, obviously the strongest force upon the Earth, whence & where the powerful coiling of our mortal coexistence energies be stored & unleashed muscles summon previous unknowns, establishing neural connectivity between colliding galaxies, undiscovered planetary rings, using kinetics to create a vocabulary for the express purpose of astounding creation the modest only dare inquire of themselves in wondrous silence how came this thematic landscape, new language, to escape my optics, my ken, my viewfinder, purview,  essential essence sensories? the deniers claim magic lanterns, optical illusions, love, par example, they ascertain, a chemical imbalance stimulates the sensorineural, mocking those who believe the comet’s tail visible wags its orbital path this poem abstruse, yet full of truths, a working man’s lunch pail full of fine china chicanery, fooling those who observe only exteriors, but we who live on bounded islands recognize safe passages available when the thew of the phantasmagorical is debunked, acknowledging that for something to be truly true, it must be agreed upon by two, thus creating a language clarifying even if it’s punctuated by shadows 621pm 23-2-2020 IP lmn
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
The Thew Of Phantasmagoria
The Thew Of Phantasmagoria <for Sanders Maurice Foulke III> The Thew Of Phantasmagoria the muscles of the brain, design bridges, author poems, obviously the strongest force upon the Earth, whence & where the powerful coiling of our mortal coexistence energies be stored & unleashed muscles summon previous unknowns, establishing neural connectivity between colliding galaxies, undiscovered planetary rings, using kinetics to create a vocabulary for the express purpose of astounding creation the modest only dare inquire of themselves in wondrous silence how came this thematic landscape, new language, to escape my optics, my ken, my viewfinder, purview,  essential essence sensories? the deniers claim magic lanterns, optical illusions, love, par example, they ascertain, a chemical imbalance stimulates the sensorineural, mocking those who believe the comet’s tail visible wags its orbital path this poem abstruse, yet full of truths, a working man’s lunch pail full of fine china chicanery, fooling those who observe only exteriors, but we who live on bounded islands recognize safe passages available when the thew of the phantasmagorical is debunked, acknowledging that for something to be truly true, it must be agreed upon by two, thus creating a language clarifying even if it’s punctuated by shadows 621pm 23-2-2020 IP lmn
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
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